I love to put my toes in people’s mouths. Generally, young, sexy, pretty, handsome people’s mouths. I love the feel of sensual full lips glowing red with lipstick and a bold lipliner enveloping my toes and of masculine chops and an assertive tongue between them. I love the feeling and the knowledge that a man or a woman is licking dirt, sweat, or even just soap after a shower, right off the soles of my feet and between my toes.

I also love using people as human area rugs. Stepping onto them, walking on them, digging my toes and heels into their flesh and bones…

Obviously I’m a sadist, sexually speaking. But it wasn’t until I was about 25 that I considered turning my appetite on man as well as women. I’d put up photo profile on a fetish personals site with pictures of myself very much like the one above, my feet always prominent. I would occasionally be contacted by a woman with a compliment or too, but generally they would soon beg off emailing extensively because either they lived too far away to do anything about their interest with me, or because they had liked something about my profile, but were only peripherally interested in feet.

Finally, men started sending me messages. I ignored them at first, until one man with particularly good writing told me how he was straight but had, since he was bullied at age 14, been enormously turned on by male feet. A bully had made him lick his feet in the changeroom after the other boys had left and gone home. Since then, he’d searched and searched for another man willing to reenact this, for him, bizarrely erotic scenario. He’d loved my pics and we began a pretty hot exchange–scenarios, thoughts on our fetish angles, you name it. He worked in my home town, Toronto, and I nerved up one night and agreed to meet him at his office building after hours. We’d discussed my laying him out on his office floor, masturbating while sitting in his chair while he licked my feet from the floor. I would bring myself off all over his face, and then trample his face to work the semen into his skin.

The idea was a hot one for me at the time, and I looked forward to meeting the man, though I was buzzing with nervous energy and more than a little uncomfortable.

When he met me in the lobby, he was disappointing. Forty or so, greying hair, plump, sheepish face and glasses, and a perfectly creepy deportment–excited in a childish, giddy way, like a teenage boy seeing his first playboy. He repeatedly asked if he could go down on my boots while the elevator went up to about the 30th floor. I was positively creeped out when I had to refuse him a second time before we reached our floor. Finally, something in me set, and I began to effect my escape. “Whoa,” I said, scanning the open concept office, “there’s so much open space, and I can hear cleaning staff… this isn’t what I’m going to be comfortable with. I’m so sorry to disappoint you, but I need to pass tonight and we can try to discuss a setting that might work better.”

He pleaded like a dog to go on with our plan, but finally I looked him dead in the eye and told him no.

It was a very heady experience, just going as far as I did to meet and accompany a man somewhere to engage in sexual anything with him. I can remember the needling doubts days before: was I bisexual if I wanted to have my feet licked by a man and then come on his face? I suppose I was, and in the final analysis, I didn’t much care. I wouldn’t tell a soul about the deviation from my usual hetero behavior, but I enjoyed feeling like a man with a secret self, another side that only male sexual partners would see, but which would be there underneath with all sexual partners.

I remember reflecting afterward that although I felt almost ready to indulge in letting the sheepish creep suck my toes, the idea of exposing my penis to him stifled any welling desire, never mind the idea of jerking off onto his face and kneading my sperm into it. And that’s how I feel, for the most part, to this day. I love having a man go down on my feet, I love sitting on his face, pulling it into my crotch and grinding it (clothed), but I lose interest immediately once my penis is freed and is bound for a man’s face or mouth. And if you’re wondering, yes I have since tried letting a man blow me. It just wasn’t that good without all of the various sexual and power dynamics that come into play with getting a woman to willingly wash your dick in her mouth. Then again, I haven’t yet had a very young, very effeminate man offer up his mouth. That would be worth an enthusiastic try, I’ll grant that. I’m certain that a passable transsexual would give me almost all the pleasure of having a woman suck me off and more besides–again, that sense of doing something profoundly degrading to another man. I can’t yet explain why I’m turned on by stepping all over a fat ugly mug, but disgusted by the idea of putting my dick inside it, but I think most people can meet me on common ground there on sheer intuition.

For now, I still identify myself as solidly straight, but I’m complex enough to be able to enjoy some homosexual acts. I remain ever evolving, and very committed to trying new things and new people.

Like this:

LikeLoading...

Related

It’s great that you are honest and comfortable with this. The man i currently see is a divorced auto mechanic, living with a woman now, with another girl on the side. But he also enjoys making weaker males submit to him, even though he doesn’t like to discuss it.

He was a bully when he was younger and still is. When he comes over he likes to get a little high, watch straight porn and order me around. I get him a beer and bottle of Jack Daniels, get an ashtray for him, etc. He has a huge cock but never lets me touch it. I sit on the floor and praise him, I’m always so nervous and waiting for him to get comfortable and let me start. He knows how needy i am and seems to enjoy making me wait.

He lets me clean his work boots a bit and then kiss and worship his big sweaty feet. They are so powerful to me and so is he. When I’m with him i feel so small and inferior in every way.

I cant think of a better way to show my respect for a real man. Often he just sits there, smokes watches the porn and ignores me, but i know he enjoys the way my tongue feels on his feet as he strokes.

I feel so right down there and hate when he zips up to leave. I crawl, kiss his feet, ask him to stay a bit longer, but he gets annoyed and kicks me away. Then I just wait for another text telling me hes in the mood to ‘stop by for a beer.’

I will drop everything else to be here for him. Other than that, though, there is never any discussion of what we do or even that he enjoys it.

Hi, rick. Thanks so much for your post. I really hope that others in this blog community will follow your lead and share some equally fascinating thoughts and stories.

I found the situation you describe very hot to imagine. I’ve had relationships like this with men and with women, and they last very long in my memory and remain quite vivid. Before I get to talking about any, I’d like to ask you more about how this arrangement with your bullying mechanic feels. First off, how did you two connect in the first place? Did he set all of the terms of the arrangment, and were you left with only his feet to enjoy despite wishing for more? And does it turn you on despite yourself to have some or most of your desires frustrated. By this I mean does it work for you to have some of your desires refused just to make the sexual relationship more one-sided in your boss’s favour?

This is as good a time as any for me to say that I’m a switch, meaning that I enjoy both domination and submission, but my dominant side is stronger. Putting myself in your place, with me subservient to a beautiful woman, I think I’d find this dynamic immensely appealing, but eventually I could get exhausted by it without there being some graduation from worshipping her feet to taking care of other parts of her body and performing other sexual services. It might be in me somewhere to enjoy serving a special type of man in this way, but he would have to have gorgeous feet for a start, and he’d likely have to have very feminine features all around. I think we can agree, though, that you’re in a very sweet arrangment with this man.

I wonder if you could broach the subject of serving him in other ways–your giving him blowjobs for a start. My hunch with such a strong silent type is that texting or e-mailing him to ask would be better, because it’s more distanced. I suppose it depends on you whether you want graduated servicing enough to try this.

Changing subjects a little, I have to say that I’m all for the blurring of the boundaries of straight and gay behaviour. Partially, the pleasure I take from indulging in the gay acts that I do is that I’m doing something taboo and secret. It always makes one feel more complicated, if not sophistocated, to cultivate different sides of oneself. Of course, I’ve just seen the irony in my first wishing for more blurring of boundaries and in my next breath speaking of the pleasure of separating oneself into sexual “sides,” like Jeckyl and Hyde or Clark Kent and Superman. I could go on about this, but suspect the point and its clarification would be fairly trite to most readers. Suffice it to say, I think we need boundaries and limits, whether healthy ones or perverse, in order to create the taboo material we sample a taste of and then fetishize. In any case, I hope readers will forgive any hypocrisy, seeming or real, and please not tell me which kind it may be! : )

Now for me, the taboo is a part of the thrill in your scenario, rick–the taboo of gay acts savoured by a straight man. I’d be curious to know whether the fact that you are serving an ostensibly straight man is part of your thrill. Do tell me. And if your bullying mechanic ever gets a word in edgewise, ask him what he enjoys about it, if you think it’s a safe place to go. Of course, the silence on his part is another kind of power he holds. Perhaps you’d not want to deprive him of it even if you could. If you care to, rick, tell me some more! I’d love to know!
: )
Victor Black

PS. And readers, do jump in, too, with comments or stories of your own!

He’s an auto mechanic who worked on my car several times last year. I was immediately attracted because I like gruff types and, yes, I have always been very turned on by very masculine straight men. Plus, I am not good with cars, so I immediately felt “inferior” in a way, because I couldn’t fix these problems myself. Usually, when we talked about the work he would walk me outside, light a cigarette, and not really pay much attention to me. I was fixated on the bulge in his work pants, his big rough hands and his black steel-toe work boots, which were large, well-worn and dirty. Just looking at them made me salivate and made me feel very helpless.

I don’t want to make this sound like a porn story, but I was clearly very submissive around him and he noticed it. The first job he did for me was a quick fix because I needed the car for work. I told him I had some vacation time in about two weeks and would come back then to have the job done properly. Although he seemed not to pay much attention to me, he said, “What are you — into feet?” I laughed and said no, not at all. He said he noticed me looking down and I said no, it’s just the heat.

This is actually a situation I’ve been in before. There is some tension between dominant bluecollar men who don’t make a lot of money and guys who give off a vibe of being successful, smart but not good at ‘manly’ type work. When I returned with the car, I wound up sitting around the shop longer than expected. It was a very hot day and at one point it seemed as if no one else was around. I went in, watching him work and finally mentioned his boots, asked where he got them, etc. I was scared at what might happen but I finally asked if I could clean them for him sometime. He stopped working, lit a cigarette and pointed to a rag on the hood of my car.

He stood in front of the car, so no one passing by outside the garage could see, and I knelt and began to clean his boot with the rag before bowing my head down and licking it. He stood over me, smoking, not responding in any way that I could notice before saying he had to get back to work. Between the heat and the excitement I was dizzy, but went to the bathroom and cleaned up.

We talked a bit later and he told me he was divorced, living with a woman nearby, but made it clear he liked seeing other girls, etc. I told him I had plenty of cold beer at home, big screen tv, etc if he’d like to stop by after work. Gave him my number, waited all week for him to call. Didn’t hear from him though for another month.

Since then I have seen him pretty regularly, sometimes once a month, sometimes once a week. I think I can be pretty imaginative in my scenes, but ours is the same over and over. (Not that I’m complaining.) It’s like a chill-out for him. He comes by after work, gets high, watches porn, drinks, smokes and strokes while I worship his feet. I feel like a dog down there and I’m sure I sound like one, moaning and whimpering. I can’t even explain how pleasurable it is to me.

He used to cum on his stomach but now will shoot on the floor for me. But, no contact with his cock, although I’ve told him I would do a good job and can handle large ones. “Not interested,” he says.

Occasionally, after he cums, he wants to start all over again. Otherwise, he is in a rush to leave and there is no keeping him here. A couple of times I was on my stomach humping the carpet while licking his feet and let myself cum when he did. Usually, I just wait until he leaves. I never take mine out with straight men unless told to. (When I do cum, I am in my briefs and pants.) Part of me actually enjoys having him come over, relax, be completely taken care of and then leaving me hornier than I was when he arrived.

I do hope for more eventually but dont want to screw up what I have. I hadn’t thought of texting it to him but perhaps I will try that.

Thanks for all the details, rick. It seems like the initial risk you took in asking to clean his boots was a major one. I get a sense that the two of you must have been picking up on subtle signs from one another–subtle requests and grantings of permission for you to take enough small steps toward the actual offer of service that it wouldn’t come at him like an offer from someone he’d just bumped into on the street.

I found your remarks about the whole working-class man versus soft-handed white-collar-man dynamic fascinating. You mentioned you’d noticed there was often a tension between two such men—do you mean a sexual tension, or just an ordinary class tension born of social distance and a felt lack of common experience?

I got a sense it must have been really exciting to take the risk initially and also to experience such a strong, silent type’s sexual boundaries as well as his sexual indulgences. He seems like a very unique character with some fascinating bisexual or gay streaks in him. Or perhaps that’s saying far too much about him. Maybe he’s just a straight man who’s enjoying a sadistic thrill, and his doing it to a man, and a white-collar man at that, only enhances the pure domination and power-inversion for him.

I would be satisfied beyond words if many more people with stories like yours post them on this blog. I’m very keen to hear what people think about whether people like me and this mechanic are as straight as we may think, or if homosexual acts must imply a degree of homosexuality. Maybe these categories don’t have much to do with the reality of the feelings or the experience.

I’ll certainly be writing more of my thoughts on the issues rick’s story brings up for me, but for now, thanks so much rick, for your story. Please do post me with any updates on how the arrangment of yours is working out. Good for you for having the boldness to find and make this arrangment. You deserve every satisfaction that can come of it.

There is a certain type of masculine man I have always been attracted to and this goes back to my early teens when I began servicing straight guys, who usually just wanted a blowjob. These were generally men who seemed to have a natural dominance and absolutely no interest in any sort of sexual reciprocation. Most were either extremely sexually active with women, or became that way when they got older. Growing up in and around New York City, I didn’t find this type of man all that unusual and never assumed they were gay or bisexual. I also met some very dominant gay men who were very masculine, never reciprocal and had some experience with women. But, I didn’t consider them bisexual, either, since their main interest was submissive men and to me that implied that they were gay.
In any event that doesn’t matter to me, I am extremely aroused by the prospect of being at the feet of a man who is watching porn or sports and is otherwise preoccupied, while I am down there, worshiping him and sort of begging for attention.
As for matters of “class distinction,” yes, I do think that some bluecollar men really do enjoy the idea of dominating whitecollar types. (Many of them also brag about fucking the bored wives of successful executives.) But the extremely dominant male, what some people call the alpha type, gets off dominating everyone. And, in all-male environments they definitely engage in homosexual behavior, although it is strictly role-oriented.
The mechanic is like a few men I have known through the years. He does have that sadistic streak, is confident in his manhood, and has been with many women, but, beyond that, he just seems to like the idea of hanging out after work, getting high and getting off before he goes home. If he were interested in more I would have known by now. And although I wish it happened more often, its a nice situation for me, and I don’t need much more from it. I grovel at his feet and he treats me like someone who grovels at his feet.

Thanks for another thoughtful post, rick. I enjoyed the almost taxonomy-like summary of the types you’ve noticed; it certainly broadened my knowledge. I especially like the concept of the alpha male, who dominates everyone. I’d consider myself for this type, except that I do like to switch from time to time, and thus far, for women exclusively. One of the main ideas that came through for me from your post is the idea of a basic integrity in one’s sexual orientation despite minor or even major divergences into other sexual activity. I’m strongly inclined to believe myself straight, though I’ve enjoyed having men do everything from lay under my feet to giving me head.

I really enjoyed hearing about your relationship with the mechanic, rick, and hope you’ll chime in again sometime soon!

Affectionately,

VB

PS. I almost forgot, seeing as you live in NY, perhaps we could arrange a session the next time I fly in? I’m there about once a year on average and am due for a trip in another six months or so. Are you into being walked on and physically bullied as well, by chance?